Are you a wolf,
Warm in your pinstripes?
Is your pen a boot knife,
Drawing red and dollar green?
(Two colors for everything)

Look how the teeth gnash
Look how they smile
It's some kind of witchcraft
That keeps us laughing all the time

We did our jobs
So quick and calm
Wasted no love

Have I been drinking? My feet are kicking
Like someone's pushing this institution down my throat
(and I'm going to choke!)
Is this a living, this steady gunning?
It's got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse
(A messy rush!)

Have I been driving? I see the lines bend
But I've not been steering and I keep on veering to the right
(To those blissful lies!)
When did they reach me, while I was sleeping?
When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense
(With their fucking rent!)
And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims
Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie
(That they can't deny!)